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He rolled over, saw the time, groaned and rolled back.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothin'. It's later than I thought."

"We were up late." Sly, seductive smile.

"We were. Yeah." Stab of guilt, right in the gut, under the ribs and into the heart.

She stretched languidly, using the movement to press herself against him. His eyes fluttered shut, shutting out the light, shutting out the image of her eyes, shutting out the guilt.

Raising on an elbow, he allowed his cocky half-smile to light his face. He ran his hand over her smooth belly.

"I don't work 'til two. Whaddya say?"